I had one of those days recently. It was a mid-December morn. Practically everyone was smack in the middle of wrapping and decking for the holidays. With tasks piled way high waiting to be executed, each had one thing in common: a timely resolution - minus the wear and tear on dear old me. Oh, I mean young me.
I was well aware that the highways, (yes, we have highways on this archipelago) like the stores, were jammed packed. Considering that most of my chores embraced driving, I needed an efficient course of navigation. Hence, I jotted down a To-Do List – not an uncommon task for Nassauvians. This "rock" might be an island only 21 miles long and 7 miles wide, but when it comes to traffic and bottle-necking,
different from other populated towns. Nassau
Therefore, I had my list, along with the planned stops, but ahead of all that, I had the dogs to walk; breakfast, newspaper, Sudoku, and treadmill time; followed by a few hours of computer/internet work. (Thankfully, it wasn't housecleaning day.)
After a warm shower, I methodically planned to drive to the nearest and first location on the list. Of course, in my perfect world, everything would be completed prior to 3PM. This is when the halls of education rang open and avid readers, writers and future leaders were collected, carefree and unaware of the congestion they added to the already overcrowded streets.
My organized plan was strategic and almost came to fruition, until the “current done gone.” Quick as a seagull diving for a fish, my purposeful aura of pending fulfillment exited and Ms. Frustration boldly sauntered in; so much for plans.